The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The chisel in my hand was cold, the iron bit worn smooth by a decade of use, and the wood beneath it smelled of damp pine and old varnish. I was carving a replacement hinge for the gate of the King’s private garden, a task so trivial it hardly warranted my presence, yet there I was, kneeling in the mud of the royal precincts, the rain beating a steady rhythm against the thatch of my hood. My...

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